Misterdoe's Fiction

I was there, but not there.
I could see all around me in every direction at once, or so it seemed, but I was not only invisible but somehow not-solid. Not seeing my own legs or feet below me, it was hard to feel… grounded.
The room I was in appeared to be a hotel suite, set [...]

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“I heard he’s been held prisoner in his house by some crazed stalker,” Thompson said.

“Well,” replied Sheila, “Jackson, the mailroom supervisor, said that when he had to send him a package, the courier had to deliver it to an office here in town. Apparently, something’s going on out there that he or somebody doesn’t want [...]

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The new girl had told him over and over again to stay out of her dressing room. She never gave any reason, or showed any signs of menace, though, so…Something caught his eye across the room. Stick inside the frame of her mirror was an interesting looking photo. He stepped closer to take a closer [...]

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He made one last quick scan of the room, a small bag of ill-gotten goods slung over his shoulder, but nothing caught his eye. Strange that a shop in this neighborhood would be without a burglar alarm, but that just made things easier for him, he thought with a smile.

But when he turned to walk [...]

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What happens when the narrator visits his inventor friend’s office and finds out his friend’s new secretary is an animated zentai suit?
Man goes into his friend office at her office. When he gets there he finds her seated at secretary’s desk outside her office, wearing zentai suit under her clothes. While they make small talk, [...]

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